As we left the beach long past 9 at night, we passed two men who were cooking on the sidewalk for their family sitting on the grass.   I said, “bon appetit” in Hebrew because I couldn’t remember how to say it in Arabic, and they absolutely shouted thanks with great enthusiasm.  

Of course this moment will be burnt into my memory forever.  Because I had been watching CNN all afternoon and heard again and again about the famine in Gaza and how it is our fault.  I hear it all the time but because I was feeling ill today I couldn’t move and kept hearing the same thing.  The problem is, I know the food is going in there and is getting hijacked by Hamas.  I know so much food is getting destroyed on the way to the hungry people.  And I know that feeding people who are firing rockets at us is a problem.

May all who are hungry be fed.